Sex Me Down (21 page)

Tianna Xander and Bonnie Rose Leigh

weight of an occupant. Looking from one to the other, she couldn’t manage to say a thing. With Sayre on her right and Fane on her left, she could do nothing but gape at the two men as they sat close, boxing her in between them. Her entire body quivered. What was happening to her? Was this feeling in the pit of her stomach the desire she’d read so much about in her romancer tomes?

Sayre rested his arm on the back of the sofa at her neck and Fane half turned to face her, keeping her within his sight.

“Um …” she licked her lips, not quite knowing what to say. “I—I don’t think this is a very good idea.” Of course it wasn’t. She couldn’t think when they were this close to her. She needed space to keep her head clear. Her inner alarm shrieked with their closeness. Her insides melted with the knowledge that these two wonderful male specimens were her mates and sooner or later they would want to claim her for their own. Her heart slammed in her chest at the idea that they would both want to claim her this night and she nearly whimpered with trepidation. Would they understand that she feared the union? Would they be patient with her because she’d never known the touch of a man?

She stared down into her lap, twisting her fingers as she worried about the things to come, nearly forgetting the two men could read her 38

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every thought. A gentle finger slid down her right cheek and she turned to Sayre.

“I—I don’t think I can do this.” Her whole body began to tremble and she started to stand.

“Do what,
natoya
?” Sayre asked, moving to bring her back against the sofa, his hands gentle.

“We are only talking. No one has insisted you do something you are not ready to do.”

She looked up at him, needing to make him understand. “But I know you will. Eventually you will want me to—to …” She waved her hands.

“You know what I mean. Don’t make me say it.”

Her cheeks heated with her mortification. Must they always make her voice everything? They knew what she meant. They had to. Did they really need to hear that she feared the physical intimacy they would both expect from her this night? It was one thing to read about it, to crave it in her dreams. It was something completely different to live it. She wasn’t sure she could.

“It is your destiny,” Fane said, resting his hand lightly on her thigh.

“Will you two stay out of my head?” She wrenched away and stood, trying to escape them. All she wanted to do was to run back to her room where she could lock herself in, where she would once again be safe.

And alone, Laynee. Do you really want to remain
alone, with only your dreams to warm you?

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